My head was throbbing, and my chin was against my chest. I’m too tired to even lift my head anymore. A small grumble came from my left and I assumed it was Liz’s stomach because we haven’t been fed for a while. Not like I was hungry anymore anyways.
“It feels like there’s no fight left,” Jordyn whispered to herself. She’s been doing this the past few days. Truth be told, Jordyn was right! A dry, throat ripping cough runs through me making my throat burn horridly. Liz sat silently. It’s extremely depressing being locked in your mind for weeks on end in utter darkness. According to the news we hear every day at 5 (morning or night, I honestly cared less) Perrie and Eleanor have been gone for a month or more. That’s been it- nothing has been mentioned about Jordyn, Liz or I and we assumed that the search is off. After all, would Pear and Elle really risk their lives to come back here?
Jordyn was optimistic for a while, but now it’s to the point where she won’t talk anymore. Liz hasn’t talked much since the day we heard the time we’ve spent in the dark. And Snake… well, he’s just waiting for us to die on our own free will. Something I was close to doing- I mean, this “cold” hasn’t gone away and I’m pretty sure I’ve heard Liz quietly coughing. But, this is all we can do: sit in ropes tied to tightly day in and day out
Day in and day out
Day in and day out
Day in and day out
Until we lose our will to live. And trust me, we have.
What is there to live for when you’re going to be trapped in a dark room for the rest of your life- which could be maybe, five minutes?! There’s nothing to fight for, nothing to live for and hope- something we’ve relied so much on!- is nothing. Hope cannot save us- it was never going to.
Another violent cough ran through me, this time taking my breath away. I sit here wheezing, eyes wide and staring at the blackness below me while some greasy strands of hair fall in my face. I’m too sick to even shake them back. As I gasp for air, I barely feel it hit my thigh.
“Oh my God,” I whimper a loud.
“What?” Jordyn asked softly. I don’t answer; I just sit there staring at my leg quivering at the growing spot. It’s too dark to tell what it is, I may be imagining it.
But still, it won’t stop me from praying. With a shaking, almost gone voice going as loud as it can, I pray, “Dear God, I know I’ve always wanted to die in here- but please not like this. Not when I know the others can’t escape. Not when I’m suffering!”
“Carlie?” Liz drawled out slowly.
“Please God, save the others, they’re more important at the-”
“Carlie, what do you mean dying?” Jordyn asked louder this time.
I continue on praying, raising my voice higher and higher each time I added something to my prayer.
“CARLIE BANES, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” Elizabeth shrieked as loud as she could, making the room go deathly silent.
“Answer her now!” Jordyn yelled towards me.
I open my mouth to answer but a body-shaking cough silenced me and hurt my chest at the same time the door opened.
“What’s going on?!” A boy yelled. I felt the hot liquid flow from my mouth as I continued hacking and I felt my eyes burn with tears.
